Only Lauren Hutton could show up to a premiere in what looks suspiciously like sweatpants and a weird backpack contraption and still look so effortlessly glamorous.

This may come as a complete and utter shock to you, but although I have a tendency to prattle on relentlessly about clothes, shoes, boys, and, er, clothes (dear god, how quickly the brain atrophies when it's not used for anything besides talking about fashion and flirting with boys), I am relatively concise and to-the-point when it comes to certain other subjects. Like, say, movies. As I've mentioned before, I am a huge movie-goer. However, I have an extremely simple dialogue when it comes to discussing them. For example, here is my personal movie rating system:

Really Good= "Holy crap."

So-So= "Eh."

Really Bad= "That sucked."

So. That being said, I went to the American premiere (sponsored by Chanel) of the much-buzzed-about Edith Piaf biopic La Vie En Rose at the Paris Theatre last night, and I just have one thing to say: HOLY. CRAP. FYI–that's my version of "two very enthusiastic thumbs up." This film is a must-see and a half.

You know when you see a movie and it affects you so much that you're completely speechless afterwards? Like you have this unsettled feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't quite digest? Yeah, that was me last night. I was pretty much incapable of expressing any sort of intellectual opinion on the movie because I was literally rendered speechless. Which was actually quite unfortunate since "So what did you think of the movie?" happened to be the conversation starter of the night. Which basically means I spent the entire after-party at the Chanel boutique looking like a bumbling idiot. ANYWAY–what I'm trying to say is: just go see the movie asap. It's a good one.

And moving on–I think we've all agreed by now that party photography is not exactly my greatest talent. So this time around, I tried another tactic. Which was: I'm not gonna try at all! I'm just going to BUY the pictures! From all the scary guys with the big scary cameras (a.k.a. WireImage)!

So, yes, this time around I've spared you all from the amusements of my amateur/lame/unfocused photography skills and opted instead to buy your love with pictures from the pros.

You're welcome.

P.S. Best gift bags ever: the soundtrack to the movie, and a gigantic bottle of Chanel No. 5 Eau Premiere, which is the new fragrance coming out this fall that incorporates all of No. 5′s original ingredients like rose absolute, neroli, and jasmine, but is rebalanced in a lighter formula by Jacques Polges, the house's chief perfumer. It's delish.